other sky (24/11/24)

storm rage
unleashed from its shackles
uprooted hackles
undertaking battles
with an unseen enemy,
no malice
no enmity
just a lack
of equanimity,
“give me a name,
give me a name!”,
it cries,
or I’ll huff
and I’ll puff
and I’ll blow your house down”,
mood swings
air spins
topsy-turvy
washing machine
a need for therapy,
a tearaway
to tear away
anything not battened down,
take flight
wind bites
rain stings
trees fight
birds hide
for dear life
gone to ground
with every other sound
to let the storm
get on with it,
the shredded clouds
dark as any shroud,
whiplash
a death foretold
by someone still unknown,
no one’s going anywhere today
so these words I now dictate
are perhaps a little late,
but anyway
have found their way
from the other side
of the sky.

© robert greig